Terror grips the city…

In a series of brutal murders, three young women have been killed on the subway, and panic spreads through the transit system. To make matters worse, one of the investigating detectives is considered a suspect. Detective Inspector Ian McBriar and his team need to track down the real killer before more lives are lost. The one thread that links the deaths together is a thin one, and the only thing the murders have in common is something that makes no sense. This may be Ian’s last case: ghosts from his past, and a chance for a better future, could change his life.

Death Never Lets Go is the fourth exciting installment in the Ian McBriar Murder Mystery series, set in Toronto in 1978, the story of a Metis police detective who conquered bigotry, prejudice, and his own personal tragedies to succeed.

TAYLOR JONES SAYS: In Death Never Lets Go by Mauro Azzano, Ian McBriar is now a detective inspector with the Toronto Police Department and it’s 1978. This time Ian is investigating the brutal murders of three young women, which seem to have no motive, or at least not one that makes any sense. Ian also has some personal issues to work out, from some jerk of a kid and his father who are neighborhood bullies, to one of his best friends getting into serious trouble. Ian’s loyalties are tested and he wonders if he can do his job and still be a good friend when he needs to be. And will this be Ian’s last case? Things are happening in his life that make his future uncertain.

As always, Azzano has crafted a tight, fast-paced mystery, with plenty of twists and turns—sure to hold your interest from beginning to end.

REGAN MURPHY SAYS: Death Never Lets Go by Mauro Azzano is the fourth book in his Ian McBriar Murder Mystery series. This time we are reunited with Ian, Patrick, and the gang at the Toronto Police Department, as well as Frank who is now retired from the department and working in the private sector. Ian is now a detective inspector and in charge of his investigations. This time three young woman are murdered on the transit system, and clues are slim to non-existent. The only thing the murders seem to have in common is that they all took place on the transit system or nearby. One victim is found still on the train when it gets to the end of the line, one was pushed from the platform in front of a train, and the third was tossed over a bridge into the path of an oncoming train. While Ian tries to gather clues on the murders, outside forces are conspiring to put him in an untenable position. When a close friend gets into trouble, Ian has to make a decision—continue to be a cop or help his friend. How can he choose, and what will happen to his investigation if he leaves the force?

Death Never Lets Go is a worthy addition to the series, fast paced and hard hitting—a page turner from beginning to end.


It’s a summer night. The occasional sound of crickets from the field nearby, crystal clear in the hot June air, punctuates the stillness of the evening, the silence between chirps making the quiet evening seem even more hushed. A woman gets out of her truck and walks across the street, toward home. She clutches her mail–letters and bills–to be read tomorrow.

A red pickup turns the corner and drives her way. The pickup accelerates, heading straight for her now, weaving side to side in the narrow road. She holds her arm in front of her eyes, trying to see the driver over the glare of the headlights. The truck closes the distance to her now, and she hurries to get out of the way, but too late. She screams, and the truck hits her.


I woke up. I sat up, rubbed my face, and looked over at Karen, on the other side of the bed.

“Bad dream?” she whispered.

“Yeah, the same one for a few nights now,” I said softly. “Must be thinking about the trip back home, doing it to me.” I slid back under the covers. “Get some sleep, hon.”

She sighed and fell asleep. I closed my eyes, hoping to get back to sleep too. The phone rang.

“Christ, now what?” I muttered. I sat up, picked up the phone on the second ring, whispered “Hello?” and listened to the voice at the other end. “All right, come and pick me up in the morning,” I said.

“Everything all right?” Karen asked.

“Just work stuff,” I muttered and went back to sleep.

Chapter 1

“Okay, it’s eight-fifteen, last chance. Who wants these scrambled eggs?” I called.

“Just toast, thanks. I’ve got a lunch meeting,” Karen yelled from upstairs.

I turned to Ethan. “How about you, champ? Do you want eggs? They’re hot.”

Ethan shook his head. “I don’t want eggs, Dad. Can I get Cheerio’s?”

I sighed, frustrated. “Nobody wants the eggs? I hate to throw them out.”

Ethan put his arms on the counter and rested his head on his wrists. “Cheerio’s,” he repeated.

“Man, tough crowd,” I grumbled.

Behind Ethan, a small girl in pink pyjamas made her way down the staircase, stepping gingerly sideways, step by step, holding onto the railing above her for support as she went.

I grinned. “Hi, Charley, good morning.”

The little girl ran up to me and grinned. “Hi, Dad.”

“So, would you like scrambled eggs?” I asked, hopefully.

She stared up at me. “No. Don’t want rambled eggs.”

“What would you like for breakfast, then?” I asked, exasperated.

“Toast,” she stated.

“Fine.” I sighed. I scraped the eggs into the garbage can and closed the lid.

I turned to rinse the plate. A chime in the distance told me that there was someone at the front door. The fact that he rang the bell three times told me who it was.

“Come!” I yelled.

The front door opened. A tall, slim, man in a blue-black suit sauntered through to the kitchen counter and sat at a barstool.

He smiled at the little girl. “Good morning, pretty Charlotte,” he cooed.

She giggled and smiled back. “Hi, Uncle Pat.”

“Hey, Patrick, have you had breakfast?” I asked.

“No, boss, I haven’t, actually,” he said cheerily. “I don’t suppose I could get scrambled eggs?”

I glanced at the garbage can and sighed. “Coming right up.” I studied him. “I assume you’re not here for a social visit?”

He glanced at Charley and Ethan. “Sorry, no, I just came to drive you to work.”

“Ah,” I said softly.

I beat two eggs, poured them into a frying pan, put bread in the toaster, then passed the meal to Patrick.

He nodded thanks and ate heartily. I poured him a coffee. He grunted and kept eating.

Charley watched all this, fascinated. “Dad?” she asked.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want rambled eggs,” she said.

Karen came downstairs, clipping on an earring, and smiled at Walsh. She smoothed her skirt and tugged at her blouse sleeves, preparing for a day at her office. “Good morning, Patrick. What brings you out this early?”

He gave her a soft smile in return. “I just wanted to bring Ian up to speed on a situation.”

Karen glanced at me then back at Walsh. “Is everything all right?” she asked, worried.

He nodded his head, reassuringly. “Just doing some cleanup work, nothing serious,” he said.

Karen smiled again and nodded, not quite relaxed. “Be careful, both of you,” she said.

© 2017 by Mauro Azzano